Destined by fate

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Maybe it's her fate to be unhappy.

     Dororo thought that with the advent of Hyakkimaru her life would become a little better, more fun, and she would no longer feel like a single child, be able to live happily with him, travel with her brother, and also feel protected under his guidance.  wing.  She just wanted to feel that someone needed to be closer to the person with whom she felt brotherly love ... But once, along the way, the guy met an unusual appearance for a young guy.  He was handsome for his age, but something repelled a young girl.

     Snow-white hair, a sly look directed in her direction, and even he himself was terribly frightening ...

     His giggles and persecution, oh, how she didn’t like it, but she didn’t care, she only worried about her brother’s condition, she even forgot about this guy, but then they met already at the border of the barmon.  Then they crossed their eyes and cried out in surprise.  A sense of fear crept imperceptibly, a look with which she faced.  He is full of deception and something else.  Danger?

     She again did not attach any importance to this, but it was her main mistake.

     The third time they had already met when she was abducted by an old samurai who wanted to have fun with her, but he did not have time to do anything with her, the same strange guy came with the one she crossed there, into the skulls, whose She  did not remember the name;  he killed a samurai, thereby saving her.

     She felt uncomfortable with the look with which he looked at her
     The gaze is full of thirst for blood and something unknown ... the gaze from which someone wanted to run away is far, far away.  To no longer see this person.

     Dororo was indescribably scary, she looked like a mouse, driven into a corner by a predator.  He approached her like a beast, a terrible smile lit up his face, and the words he spoke scared him even more.

     "My mouse came to me herself"

      The body ceased to obey the lawful mistress, it was riveted to the floor.

     Approaching her, Tahomaru sat on one knee and carefully grabbed her chin, looked at her with an expression of madness and tenderness ...

     "Interestingly, we met again, the girl from the fog," licking her lips with impatience and anticipation.  “It seems that fate unites us, doesn't it seem to you?”  He gripped her chin tightly, running a finger over her cheek.  He raised his face to her face and whispered softly in her ear. “So what's your name, mouse?”
      Dororo waves his head negatively